THE DIARY OF AMBERTWO
I do not own Mewtwo, Ambertwo, or Dr. Smith (or Myuutsu, Aitwo, and Dr. Fuji, if you want their Japanese names); they belong to the wonderful people who brought us Pokemon (thanks!).
Its rated PG-13 for deep angst, censored language, and sexual tension in later chapters.
Yes people, this is a Loveshippy (formerly Cloneshippy until I found a complete shipping list) fic. You don't like it? Don't read it then.
Note to the reader: this is an alternate ending kind of story, so don't give me the "you can't write a Loveshippy story because Amber's dead" crud. It's my fic, and I'll write what I want to.
And now, the grand moment you've all been waiting for. the arrival of my very first net-wide Loveshippy story! Enjoy!!!
March 6th
Hello. My name is Amber- well, actually it's Ambertwo, but my daddy calls me Amber. Anyway, my daddy said that I'm alive again because of something he did: he made ANOTHER one of me (I bet God gave him a few tips!). He said I almost died, but I'm okay now because of his quick-thinking.
I'm looking at the tanks with Pokemon inside them. They all look SO cute all curled up and cozy; they must be really happy. I especially like the one that looks like a kitty, since I really like kitties and other furry animals.
My daddy says it's time to go to sleep now. I'll write more tomorrow, and maybe I'll get to pet the kitty!!
"Professor," said one of the assistants. "Something's happening."
Prof. Smith turned to the assistant. "What is it?" he asked, hesitantly. "What's wrong?"
"I'm not sure," the assistant replied, "but I think Ambertwo is awakening-"
"How can it be possible?" Prof. Smith interrupted, looking at the various charts and graphs on the computer screen. "She wasn't due for another few years or so."
On screen, Ambertwo's statistics continued to rise. 65% consciousness. 70%. 75%. 80%.
In the corner opposite of the doctor and his assistant, there were five cloning tubes, and each one contained a cloned life-form: Bulbasaurtwo, Charmandertwo, Squirtletwo, Mewtwo, and the doctor's daughter- Ambertwo. All of them looked so calm and peaceful, as if they were in an eternal heaven.
Suddenly, Ambertwo's eyes flashed open. She looked around for a moment or so, but soon realized that she couldn't breath the fluid substance surrounding her! Immediately, she banged on the glass, hoping that someone would get her out.
Prof. Smith looked behind him, seeing his daughter's frightened expression. "Drain the tank." he said, firmly.
His assistant turned around. "What?" he asked.
"Drain the tank," Prof. Smith said, his voice rising. "Drain the tank now! Before my daughter dies again! HURRY!"
"Right away sir," his assistant complied, quickly pressing the necessary keys to unlock the draining system. "It should begin any second now, sir. almost. there, done!"
The fluid from Ambertwo's tank was swept away into the nuclear sewer system. Ambertwo saw this and took her first deep breath when the liquid dropped below her chin. Once she got her bearings, she stood and waved hello to her father and his assistant.
As anyone could tell, Prof. Smith was thrilled to see his daughter alive and well. He began dancing around the room like he did on the day she was actually born. He even grabbed his assistant as they skipped around the room, happy to see the healthy little girl. Even Ambertwo was excited; she jumped for joy, even while she was still in her tank.
Once the merriment was spent, Prof. Smith went over to Ambertwo's tank and released her. Instantly, Ambertwo leaped into her father's arms and hugged him. "Oh, daddy!" she said, happily. "I missed you SOO much! I'm glad I'm here with you."
Prof. Smith hugged his daughter tightly. "I missed you too, sweetie," he assured her. "Now, let's go and get you some clothes; I can't have you running around the lab in your birthday suit, you know."
Ambertwo giggled softly. "Thanks," she said, laying on his chest and loosely hugging his neck. "I love you, daddy."
Just as Prof. Smith was about to answer, his assistant stopped him. "Sir," he said, "you need to take a look at this."
Reading the computer screen, Prof. Smith was a bit perplexed. "I don't understand," he responded. "What seems to be the problem?"
While this was going on, Ambertwo couldn't help but notice one of the other clones: Mewtwo. It was twisting and turning wildly, tearing at the cords it was bound by. It pressed its fingers against the glass, hoping to find its way. It's brain was producing impulses so strong that even she could feel them.
The assistant looked over his shoulder and noticed the Mewtwo. "Perhaps you should turn around, sir," he implied. "It would explain these abnormal stress ratings."
Turning around, Prof. Smith walked over to Mewtwo's tube. "I wonder why it's so restless," he asked himself. "It's not supposed to awaken yet. it's still a baby."
"Maybe it wants its mommy," Ambertwo suggested. "All babies want their mommys."
Sighing, Prof. Smith patted his child on the back. "I wish the answer was as easy as that," he said, shaking his head. "It doesn't have a mommy, Amber. It's all alone."
"Then maybe it want's a friend," Ambertwo continued, reaching her hands out to touch the glass. "Can I be its friend, daddy?"
Prof. Smith chuckled. "Maybe when your older, sweetie." Suddenly, the Mewtwo began to calm down. It's energy levels dropped, but not too much. It curled back into its little ball and looked peaceful once more.
The assistant hurried in. "Mewtwo's calmed, sir," he confirmed. "I used a few drugs to get him to sleep. I was also able to-"
By this time, Prof. Smith had walked out of the room with his tired daughter. He dressed her, put her to bed, and soon returned. There was some brief talk, making sure that a memory loss serum was inserted into Ambertwo's tank so that she wouldn't remember any disillusions she might have had. With that, the two scientists returned to work.
Mewtwo floated aimlessly in this little world Ambertwo had created for her. It was very nice, very peaceful, very fun. but there was one thing missing.
Bulbasaurtwo sauntered up beside Mewtwo. ~ I couldn't find Amber for you, ~ he admitted. ~ I'm sorry, but I think she's gone for good. ~
~ .Gone .for good? ~ he asked, a tear sliding down his cheek. ~ She can't be gone; we're friends- ~
~ We were all friends, ~ Charmandertwo said as he joined the two Pokemon clones, ~ but I don't think it made much of a difference. Face it: she's gone. ~
Mewtwo buried his face in his hands. ~ No. no, she's not gone! ~ he screamed. ~ She's still around, and I know it! She wouldn't leave us here all alone! ~
Squirtletwo came up behind Mewtwo and patted him on the back. ~ Don't you see, Mewtwo? ~ he said, reassuringly. ~ We're not alone, or we'd be all by ourselves. But we're here all together, so we can't be alone. ~
Despite the other clones' efforts, Mewtwo continued to cry softly. ~ But we're not all here, ~ he countered. ~ Amber's not here. ~
~ There's nothing we can do about it. ~ Charmandertwo said.
~ He's right, Mewtwo, ~ Squirtletwo agreed. ~ Life goes on, I guess. ~
Bulbasaurtwo head-butted Mewtwo gently. ~ Come on, ~ he challenged. ~ Let's play! ~
Mewtwo watched his Pokemon friends play on a golden seashore as he continued to cry about his missing friend. He finally decided to forget about her and play; it wasn't going to help him if he just whined. Besides, what choice was there?
Later, it seemed as if he was having so much fun that he forgot about Ambertwo. In fact, that's how it stayed for the next couple of years or so.
Then, the day came.
I do not own Mewtwo, Ambertwo, or Dr. Smith (or Myuutsu, Aitwo, and Dr. Fuji, if you want their Japanese names); they belong to the wonderful people who brought us Pokemon (thanks!).
Its rated PG-13 for deep angst, censored language, and sexual tension in later chapters.
Yes people, this is a Loveshippy (formerly Cloneshippy until I found a complete shipping list) fic. You don't like it? Don't read it then.
Note to the reader: this is an alternate ending kind of story, so don't give me the "you can't write a Loveshippy story because Amber's dead" crud. It's my fic, and I'll write what I want to.
And now, the grand moment you've all been waiting for. the arrival of my very first net-wide Loveshippy story! Enjoy!!!
March 6th
Hello. My name is Amber- well, actually it's Ambertwo, but my daddy calls me Amber. Anyway, my daddy said that I'm alive again because of something he did: he made ANOTHER one of me (I bet God gave him a few tips!). He said I almost died, but I'm okay now because of his quick-thinking.
I'm looking at the tanks with Pokemon inside them. They all look SO cute all curled up and cozy; they must be really happy. I especially like the one that looks like a kitty, since I really like kitties and other furry animals.
My daddy says it's time to go to sleep now. I'll write more tomorrow, and maybe I'll get to pet the kitty!!
"Professor," said one of the assistants. "Something's happening."
Prof. Smith turned to the assistant. "What is it?" he asked, hesitantly. "What's wrong?"
"I'm not sure," the assistant replied, "but I think Ambertwo is awakening-"
"How can it be possible?" Prof. Smith interrupted, looking at the various charts and graphs on the computer screen. "She wasn't due for another few years or so."
On screen, Ambertwo's statistics continued to rise. 65% consciousness. 70%. 75%. 80%.
In the corner opposite of the doctor and his assistant, there were five cloning tubes, and each one contained a cloned life-form: Bulbasaurtwo, Charmandertwo, Squirtletwo, Mewtwo, and the doctor's daughter- Ambertwo. All of them looked so calm and peaceful, as if they were in an eternal heaven.
Suddenly, Ambertwo's eyes flashed open. She looked around for a moment or so, but soon realized that she couldn't breath the fluid substance surrounding her! Immediately, she banged on the glass, hoping that someone would get her out.
Prof. Smith looked behind him, seeing his daughter's frightened expression. "Drain the tank." he said, firmly.
His assistant turned around. "What?" he asked.
"Drain the tank," Prof. Smith said, his voice rising. "Drain the tank now! Before my daughter dies again! HURRY!"
"Right away sir," his assistant complied, quickly pressing the necessary keys to unlock the draining system. "It should begin any second now, sir. almost. there, done!"
The fluid from Ambertwo's tank was swept away into the nuclear sewer system. Ambertwo saw this and took her first deep breath when the liquid dropped below her chin. Once she got her bearings, she stood and waved hello to her father and his assistant.
As anyone could tell, Prof. Smith was thrilled to see his daughter alive and well. He began dancing around the room like he did on the day she was actually born. He even grabbed his assistant as they skipped around the room, happy to see the healthy little girl. Even Ambertwo was excited; she jumped for joy, even while she was still in her tank.
Once the merriment was spent, Prof. Smith went over to Ambertwo's tank and released her. Instantly, Ambertwo leaped into her father's arms and hugged him. "Oh, daddy!" she said, happily. "I missed you SOO much! I'm glad I'm here with you."
Prof. Smith hugged his daughter tightly. "I missed you too, sweetie," he assured her. "Now, let's go and get you some clothes; I can't have you running around the lab in your birthday suit, you know."
Ambertwo giggled softly. "Thanks," she said, laying on his chest and loosely hugging his neck. "I love you, daddy."
Just as Prof. Smith was about to answer, his assistant stopped him. "Sir," he said, "you need to take a look at this."
Reading the computer screen, Prof. Smith was a bit perplexed. "I don't understand," he responded. "What seems to be the problem?"
While this was going on, Ambertwo couldn't help but notice one of the other clones: Mewtwo. It was twisting and turning wildly, tearing at the cords it was bound by. It pressed its fingers against the glass, hoping to find its way. It's brain was producing impulses so strong that even she could feel them.
The assistant looked over his shoulder and noticed the Mewtwo. "Perhaps you should turn around, sir," he implied. "It would explain these abnormal stress ratings."
Turning around, Prof. Smith walked over to Mewtwo's tube. "I wonder why it's so restless," he asked himself. "It's not supposed to awaken yet. it's still a baby."
"Maybe it wants its mommy," Ambertwo suggested. "All babies want their mommys."
Sighing, Prof. Smith patted his child on the back. "I wish the answer was as easy as that," he said, shaking his head. "It doesn't have a mommy, Amber. It's all alone."
"Then maybe it want's a friend," Ambertwo continued, reaching her hands out to touch the glass. "Can I be its friend, daddy?"
Prof. Smith chuckled. "Maybe when your older, sweetie." Suddenly, the Mewtwo began to calm down. It's energy levels dropped, but not too much. It curled back into its little ball and looked peaceful once more.
The assistant hurried in. "Mewtwo's calmed, sir," he confirmed. "I used a few drugs to get him to sleep. I was also able to-"
By this time, Prof. Smith had walked out of the room with his tired daughter. He dressed her, put her to bed, and soon returned. There was some brief talk, making sure that a memory loss serum was inserted into Ambertwo's tank so that she wouldn't remember any disillusions she might have had. With that, the two scientists returned to work.
Mewtwo floated aimlessly in this little world Ambertwo had created for her. It was very nice, very peaceful, very fun. but there was one thing missing.
Bulbasaurtwo sauntered up beside Mewtwo. ~ I couldn't find Amber for you, ~ he admitted. ~ I'm sorry, but I think she's gone for good. ~
~ .Gone .for good? ~ he asked, a tear sliding down his cheek. ~ She can't be gone; we're friends- ~
~ We were all friends, ~ Charmandertwo said as he joined the two Pokemon clones, ~ but I don't think it made much of a difference. Face it: she's gone. ~
Mewtwo buried his face in his hands. ~ No. no, she's not gone! ~ he screamed. ~ She's still around, and I know it! She wouldn't leave us here all alone! ~
Squirtletwo came up behind Mewtwo and patted him on the back. ~ Don't you see, Mewtwo? ~ he said, reassuringly. ~ We're not alone, or we'd be all by ourselves. But we're here all together, so we can't be alone. ~
Despite the other clones' efforts, Mewtwo continued to cry softly. ~ But we're not all here, ~ he countered. ~ Amber's not here. ~
~ There's nothing we can do about it. ~ Charmandertwo said.
~ He's right, Mewtwo, ~ Squirtletwo agreed. ~ Life goes on, I guess. ~
Bulbasaurtwo head-butted Mewtwo gently. ~ Come on, ~ he challenged. ~ Let's play! ~
Mewtwo watched his Pokemon friends play on a golden seashore as he continued to cry about his missing friend. He finally decided to forget about her and play; it wasn't going to help him if he just whined. Besides, what choice was there?
Later, it seemed as if he was having so much fun that he forgot about Ambertwo. In fact, that's how it stayed for the next couple of years or so.
Then, the day came.